If he weren't so utterly consumed with rage Ethan might have felt pity for the girl. After all she was a fellow magic user and a powerful one at that, but she was in his way. She dared try to stop him from cleansing Everett and leaving the Initiative nothing but the burnt out husk of a town. Ethan wouldn't stop with Everett either. He would move from town to town burn everything and everyone in his path leaving hte government nothing to do and nowhere to hide.
He staggered back from the crater and watched as it became a geyser. "ENOUGH!" The rage simmering inside of him broke loose in as sudden a torrent as the water from the crater in the ground. All of his fear, all of his paranoia, all of his hate and darkness that always boiled just below the surface -- Ethan suddenly tapped into it. He drew from all of the elements already at play: the wind, the fire, the earth and the water each one of them on their own carrying with them destructive and chaotic potential. Ethan reached out for the chaos, called it to him, courted it like the old lover it was and when he gathered enough of it he set it loose.
"THIS. IS. WHAT. I. HAVE." Ethan screamed his rage as trees were ripped out of the ground at the roots born on thick blasts of dirt and sand and the water that had been shooting out of the ground caught fire and the clouds in the sky split apart loosing hail the size of tennis balls. As the chaos around them grew it fed Ethan's power. He ought to thank the girl for that and nothing said 'thank you' like a quick and painless death.